Wu Cheng had a jade stone in his palm, and his little eyes narrowed as he listened to what Chen Pi said. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"What does the emperor like? I don't even know you'll know? Don't be funny! But then again, you slave dare to deceive me, it's really impatient!"

"My lord, stop being angry! stop being angry!" Chen Pi said as he shook the words in his hand, and quickly put them away again after shaking halfway, the chicken thief looked around, and then turned his head to look at Wu Cheng, "Don't worry, adult, let me tell you!" Chen Pi said and hugged him.

Wu Cheng just looked at Chen Pi and didn't speak.

"My little father joined the army when he was a child, and it was the army of King Huaichuan Qing. Chen Pi didn't care whether Wu Cheng returned or not, and said to himself, "My father followed Liu Yong and Liu Deputy Dutong under King Qing. Do you know Vice Master Liu?" Chen Pi paused as he spoke, giving Wu Cheng some time to react.

Of course, Wu Cheng knew who Vice Dutong Liu was, and he was the king of Qing back then, that is, one of the capable generals under Emperor Mingxian today. When King Qing raised his troops, he took the lead and entered the city as a vanguard, but died at the hands of the imperial city guards. can be regarded as one of the few henchmen of King Qing.

At this time, as soon as Chen Pi mentioned Liu Yong, Wu Cheng's squinted eyes relaxed. Who doesn't know that Liu Yong was the emperor's former confidant? If these words really came from Liu Yong's mouth, then the credibility would be much more true.

"The little father was a second-class logistics handyman under Liu Deputy Dutong, and he often sent food to Liu Deputy Dutong's account, but these words were overheard by him. Saying that, Chen Pi looked around cautiously, and looked at Wu Cheng mysteriously and looked extremely cautious. "If you don't want to hear it, just give up, those were all farts before me. If you want this painting, the little one will continue to talk about it. But the master has to promise the little one, and you must not say these things outside, these are all things that the little one dares to tell you. But the words can show that the one hundred and twenty taels is still a lot. Chen Pi said and went around to the money again, as if he said so much, it was precisely because of the money.

Wu Cheng originally had some doubts, but when he heard Chen Pi's three words of not leaving the money, his doubts immediately disappeared.

"You go on, don't say one hundred and twenty taels if you're right, even one thousand two hundred taels can be afforded by the old man!" Wu Cheng leaned forward, his eyes showing curiosity.

Chen Pi also leaned forward, his voice was very low, almost whispering, "One year before the birthday of the king of Qing, a few soldiers did not know what gifts to give, so they ran into Liu Vice Dutong to ask, asked Qing Wang Ye what he liked, Liu Vice Du Tong said, Qing Wang Ye does not love anything, he loves painting, the older he is, the more he loves." No one knows about that. My father was about to go to the tent to deliver food and drink, and he heard this. ”

Wu Cheng listened, his heart turned a thousand times, no one knew about these things. Even he has been with the emperor for so long, he doesn't know the emperor's preferences, he sends strange things to beauties, and everyone in the court and China who can send them has sent them once, and he has never seen the emperor look at that thing twice. If this peddler's words are true, then he doesn't know the emperor's preferences, so with the emperor's casual and uninhibited character, isn't he one step closer to the cabinet? Thinking of this, Wu Cheng felt that his heart was already happy. After Chen Pi finished speaking, he thought about it for a while, then turned his head to look at Chen Pi and pointed to the painting he was holding, "What does that have to do with the painting in your hand?

"Look at what you said, how do I know which painting the emperor likes. Didn't the general say that the emperor likes painting, and the older it is, the more he likes it? My painting has no benefit, and there is only one characteristic, that is, he is not young. Moreover, I said it casually because I was afraid that you would really make a mess of me, but I just saw what you mean, don't you really want to give it to the emperor?"

Wu Cheng ignored the peddler's words, and just stared at the painting in Chen Pi's hand, "Show me that painting." As he spoke, he reached out to the tangerine peel and hooked his fingers.

Chen Pi hurriedly handed over the painting, Wu Cheng took the painting, pulled the untie of the belt, and slowly unfolded it.

Wu Cheng looked at the painting that unfolded little by little, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became. He couldn't recognize the authenticity of antiques, and that's because he wasn't a professional. But he is a first-class jinshi who has entered the Hanlin Academy, and he is not proficient in calligraphy and painting, but he knows a lot. How could it be possible not to recognize the painting in your hand?

This painting is the "Spring Scene of Fushan" painted by the former dynasty painter Huang Gongwang, which is a rare holy product in the painting, which has long been lost.

Wu Cheng doesn't know if this is a genuine work, but he is a reader, and I don't know how many books I have seen in this "Spring Scene of Toyama". In order to be elegant, I also talked about poetry and painting with other scholars, and studied this painting in detail.

Wu Cheng looked at the painting in his hand seriously, although he couldn't tell the truth or falsehood, but he could still see the exquisite painting skills and skillful techniques. If it is an imitation, it is extremely rare to be able to imitate it like this.

Turning to the end, Wu Cheng looked at the final payment seriously, looked at the seals and inscriptions on it, and looked at each of them, and looked at them and looked at them.

After a long time, Wu Cheng carefully rolled up the painting, looked at the tangerine peel, and asked disapprerovingly:

"What kind of painting is this?"

"What kind of painting?" Chen Pi frowned when he heard this, and then let go, "Oh, this painting is called "Mountain Peak Map", you see this above, isn't there a mountain?

"Hmph. Wu Cheng snorted lightly, looked at Chen Pi's pretending appearance in front of his eyes, and didn't pierce him, but just asked, "Where did you get this painting?"

Chen Pi was embarrassed when he heard it, and said hesitantly: "This, this, where does this come from......"

"Don't try to mess with me!" Wu Cheng shouted: "If you don't tell the truth, I'll even peel your dad together!"

"Alas, look at what you said, the little ones don't dare to talk nonsense!" Chen Pi hurriedly explained in a panic: "It's just that this painting, this painting, is from, from...... Master, I'll tell you the truth, you can't scold me, and you can't arrest me and report to the official!" Chen Pi looked at Wu Cheng and said.

"But it doesn't matter, as long as it's not me, I'll keep you fine. Wu Cheng said calmly to Chen Pi. In fact, at this time, I was already very anxious. When I think of that inscription and the seals of the collectors on it, it really can't be really anymore. As soon as he thought that the holy object in this painting might be genuine, he felt boiling water boiling in his heart, and he couldn't breathe hot.

"Well, that's it, the villain. This, this one was actually stolen by the villain. The more Chen Pi spoke, the quieter his voice became, and at the end, he glanced at Wu Cheng timidly.